I have been standing there, motionless, watching Erbao striding away, watching Erbao wave to me boldly, watching Erbao's figure gradually turning into a small black dot, I can't do anything. Yes, my friend left, and God tore the page in half. From then on, Hibiscus and Erbao will eventually drift farther and farther in opposite directions with the wind. The beginning of tragedy is destined to have a tragic ending, and you are like the hands holding the rain tightly, you cannot change the fact that the water will eventually leave.
When Chen Yuan peeled off his cocoon and showed his fragility in front of me, I felt breathless and speechless. Language is sometimes the palest thing in the world. It can be the icing on the cake, but it cannot provide help in times of need. If too much language is used, it will inevitably appear to be a decoration, and it will be irritating. I was stunned, for the first time in my life. I don't know what happened, but I desperately want to know.
My name is Hibiscus, and I want to tell you my story gently...